Travilla and back again.
Both smiled, and Elsie cast down her eyes with a lovely blush, while Mr.
Travilla answered cheerily, "We think so, Miss Stanhope."
"Call me Aunt Wealthy; almost everybody does, and you might as well begin
now as any time."
"Thank you, I shall avail myself of the privilege in future."
The weather was warm for the time of year, and on leaving the table the
whole party repaired to the front porch, where Harry quickly provided
every one with a seat.
"That is a beautiful maple yonder," remarked Mr. Travilla.
"Yes, sir," returned Harry; "we have a row of them all along the front of
the lot; and as Mrs. Dauber says, they are 'perfectly gordeous' in the
fall."
"The maple is my favorite among the shade leaves," remarked Miss Stanhope,
joining in the talk, "from the time it trees out in the spring till the
bare become branches in the fall. Through this month and next they're a
perpetual feast to the eye."
"Aunt, how did you decide in regard to that investment you wrote to
consult me about?" asked Mr. Dinsmore, turning to her.
"Oh, I concluded to put in a few hundreds, as you thought it safe, on the
principle of not having all my baskets in one egg."
"Small baskets they would have to be, auntie," Harry remarked quietly.
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